Song of the
day: “Heartattack” by Enrique, of course. Don’t know what it is, but somehow he
always manages to write songs that stick really well, as an earworm. *sigh*
Sooooo, I’m
relatively on time this blog, aren’t I? *pats self on the head: Good Sammi!* I
do write when I get the time, you see. It is only when there just aren’t enough
hours in the day that I resort to skipping the things that aren’t a matter of
life and death…though in regard to the blog, that is of course debatable. Hmmm.
I must consider this more closely, I guess. It is of course vital that I keep
my readers happy. I’ll have to get back to this at some point. *wink*
Yeah. Okay,
what has been happening? Well, thankfully not a whole lot. In fact the past
week or so has been mostly about settling in, resting when possible, and still
doing some running around besides work.
The latter
is still busy as always. Never a lack of something to do at the sauna, I assure
you. Doing about 40 hours a week at the moment, I think, 28 of those involving
cleaning, the other technical stuff. But we’ve been cleaning like little
demons, fear not…although there is some friction going on with the new colleagues.
Yep, we finally got some, but it has made us all miss the set-up of our old
team. It always went so nicely, all of us working together to get everything
possible done. We were all well matched back then, I guess, while now three
have to fit in, while we have to readjust to new team members that have, of
course, a different way of working. It is quite an adjustment, and it is not
going all that well.
A pity, too,
since the point is that we get the work done one way or other, in the way
required by our team leader. I, or someone else might disagree, but that doesn’t
change the fact that in the end we only work there. *sigh* I dislike the
frictions going on, I’ll admit. I mean, you guys know me, I’ve got opinions
about everything, including my opinions, but confrontations I find unworthy of
the time and effort—not to mention the aggravation. I mean, folks are always
saying, be honest, express what you feel, and then when you do (or they do)
more nasty stuff gets said, and more gets wrecked because no matter what, there
are very few people who forgive and forget anything that gets said in the heat
of the moment.
Ergo, I
rather not let it get to the “heat of the moment”. Talking about ones true
feelings is all nice and fine, and in some cases very necessary, but one should
never forget that no matter what gets said, no matter how forgiving the other
person is of any unmeant slip-up (let’s face it, when you’re pissed you
sometimes say something you didn’t mean in that way, or you just said it to
take a swipe at life in general), you cannot take it back. You might want to,
you might need to, but no matter the “forgive and forget” bit, you can’t! It’s
out there, lying between you like some slimy gooey thing that you try not to
look at because it makes you nauseous, and thus something is broken that you
can’t ever really fix. It’ll stick somewhere, niggle, scrape and all those
unpleasant things (don’t get me wrong, you can ignore that all through
understanding, but that doesn’t take it away, not really. In the next heat of
the moment, it’ll rear its ugly head once more). I find that a pity. That is
how you lose friends, and in some ways even family. In the end, everything wears,
though, even resentments about things that were said…thankfully, so time is
usually a very pleasant thing to help with this particular thing. (Not talking
about folks who enjoy holding onto, and nurse their resentments, but that is a
whole different kettle of fish.)
Luckily, on
the most part, we all have choice on our side, and in the end you can,
naturally, just chose to ignore whichever hurt was caused because you “understand”
the why of it, and shoulder on as if nothing happened…when you feel that a
relationship (in any shape or form) is worth that. And in most cases they are,
aren’t they? That is how “forgive and forget” got into being after all.
Well…On to
other things. I do hate it when I get distraction by such thoughts as above. I
much rather be far more superficial and babble about the weather…which is cold,
in case you’re wondering. Winter is here, and we have been scraping ice off our
windshields quite a few times. We’ve had more snow, cold nights when the radiator
didn’t seem to be doing any good (I gotta say I’m extremely happy with my
down-filled blanket. It’s light, fluffy, warm and doesn’t make me sweat like a
pig the way the synthetics do) and clear blue skies that didn’t allow any heat
to linger outside. Luckily I haven’t minded all that much. Work is of course
always warm (to the point of being ridiculously hot) so that helps, I guess.
Seriously, there are days that I have to crawl under those wooden sauna benches
(hands and knees work, folks, while it’s soaking wet) when I’m literally
gushing sweat. Work like this does smother any inclination of ever going to a
sauna for the fun of it. I sweat more than enough on a daily basis, thank you
very much. Hah.
Cooking:
Well, we’re eating healthily again, thankfully. No more frequent visits to cafeterias
and pizza joints because you’re disinclined to go home (just when you actually
feel like it, which is about once a week, haha) and on my free days I take the
opportunity to experiment a little. Like today I made Italian style oat patties
again, got the recipe sorted out better now, and will post it on the cooking
blog one of these days. Also have a very good white cabbage recipe to share
with y’all. It is particularly good for folks who are not all that keen on
cabbage…but then, also for folks who are. *wink*
No baking, I
fear. I don’t have an oven yet, but I’m working on it. I have some ideas in my
head I want to try, and determined to get some volunteers to try the dishes on.
Hehe.
Writing: Not
as much as the last time I did the blog, but some, so it is a matter of, steady
as it goes. I do like the characters so far, they are starting to grow on me…in
particular the hero, who for me is a returned character from a previous story.
He was so funny then, that I had to write about him again, this time giving him
his happy ending despite the horrible things that happened to him in “A taste
of life”. He’s going to have a time of it, I assure you, but in the end it will
all be worth it.
As for my
apartment. Except for a couple things (including the oven) I’m pretty much done
there, making me very comfortable…if somewhat regretful that I’m done with the
decorating already. *sigh* I am just too impatient. I work myself ragged
getting it done, and then I’m sorry when it is…but then, I shouldn’t be,
considering I have better things to do than decorating my apartment. Finishing
a book. Going to the fitness club (don’t swoon, but I only went once this month!).
Writing down recipes. Returning emails from friends. Prepping my guestroom for
a friend who is going to spend a night. Thinking of what to cook for cousin Ed
and Tenant who are going to visit at the end of the week. So many things to do,
and so little time to do it in.
Been having
very vivid dreams the past week or so, which annoys me a little. Sleep is
supposed to be restive, and since, on the overall, I’m getting too little of it
already, I rather it not be riddled with confusing dreams. Yesterday I was so
friggin’ tired after 6 hours at work that I was actually nauseous. Thankfully I
could correct that problem today (have my day off, YAY!) by sleep in until
8:30, getting a whopping 10 hours of sleep. It was marvelous, despite being
sore as heck when I woke up. I’m just not used to lying down that long. Hah.
Heard from
my pilot pen buddy at last. He’s doing well, despite having some adjustment
problems being back in the States after many years of being abroad. Also, he
doesn’t like the town he’s stationed in at the moment, poor boy. I’m going to
try to write a bit more often, maybe get his mind off things. Nothing like
someone else’s yapping to keep your mind off your own troubles, right?
As for big
brother…he’s enjoying his own space, too, I’m thinking. He is actually taking
his time contemplating his own decoration, getting some paintings that make me
look at them and think: Hmmm, so that’s your taste? To which he responds as in:
I liked the colors, without seeming to care about the actual picture. Ah well,
not my problem. Did find a rather nice big coconut fiber rug to cover the
majority of his dirty floor. His apartment had bad carpet (previous owners made
a mess of the white-ish floor to floor stuff) and a nice red rug between his
couches. He’s still working on it, though, so it will be nice to see what he’ll
finish up with. He does seem to really like rattan, so once we have to move and
join our furniture again, we’ll probably end up with a lot of that. Hah. We’ll
also have to put stuff in storage if we end up at one place again, too. Haha.
Ah well, we’ll see how that goes.
Slowly
getting to know our neighbors…strange experience to live between seniors like
this. Some nice elderly ladies, and a gentleman next door who lost his wife
just four weeks ago. Very sad. Turns out that folks have been dying rather
frequently here (conspiracy theories, you suppose?) in the three weeks before
our arrival 5 died, I kid you not. Admittedly they are old, but that’s a bit
much, I think. Although, a friend of mine who works with the elderly, says that
it happens a lot in cold winters, despite central heating. Old folks will pass
at a faster rate.
I’ll keep
you posted on that, considering I do not much like the idea of people dropping
dead around me.
Well, this
is it for today. Gotta get started on other stuff, including catching up on my
mail. Y’all have a good one, you hear?!
